I Get Up, I Fall Down, All

I Am Absorbed In The Magic Of Movement And Light. Movement Never Lies. It Is The Magic Of What I Call The Outer Space Of The Imagination.

The Center Of The Stage Is Where I Am.

Dance Is The Hidden Langauge Of The Soul, Of The Body.

I Did Not Choose To Be A Dancer. I Was Chosen.

I Don't Try To Tell The Dancers Exactly What A Dance Means Before They Do It.